Creator's League Poem by Ebi Robert

Taking ears to where music moves,
To where the air is choir mistress,
Where roses roll the ocean,
Where the morning is new
From a mid-night travel,
To where hands held different sounds,
To where beats from beauty-good
Loving lyrics connotes the full.

Taking eyes to where beauty burns,
To where nature is to mature,
A future full of life,
To where the field gives colours,
The young and tall.

Where the buds are there to fall
And thy body very soft.

Taking lips to what is sweet,
To where your tongue is your lord.
To bed, sweet meals from
All gifts of nature,
To where beauty burns
The lord's climax of creation.